Can you say DAMN THAT MAN IS FINE AS HELL?!
So last night I get out of class and I call up the artist guy, we’ll call him Luke. He gives me directions to meet up with him and I hop on 95 to get there.
“Do you like Karaoke?” he asks me. My eyes light up.
I LOVE KARAOKE!
When we get to the spot, I grab my lip gloss to freshen up before I step out of the car. As soon as I see him walk up to my car it seems like he’s walking in slow motion as my heart starts beating fast and I hear a soundtrack playing in my head:
My Body all over your body, baby
Your body all over my body
My body all over your body,
It’s your body, boy
I want your body boy
I manage to compose myself as those fine ass bow legs come sauntering toward me. Dayummmm….
We hug and smile at each other.
“Let’s go inside,” he says and grabs my hand.
It’s a spot on 183rd called The Pub. He knows the owner, the bartenders, everybody. We sit at the bar and chat and I learn that he went to my neighborhood highschool, Northwestern and he used to play football while he was there. He then went on to FAMU, but I’m not sure what happened after that. Our legs are touching as we sit on the bar stools and I can tell that its intentional.
“How old are you?” I ask him and casually touch his leg.
“I’ll be 32 on Friday,” he replies, looking me in my eyes.
“Oh cool,” I say.
“So do you have any plans for Friday night?”
“Well, then why don’t you come out with me and my friends? We’re going to dinner and then to the club.”
“Sounds fun. I think I’ll be able to make it.”
I finish one drink and I look at him and smile, “This drink was so weak. I need another one.”
“Well, I have a bottle of grey goose in the car if you wanna go take some shots with me.”
I laugh. “You’re so hood. Let’s go. I have cups in my car.”
I honestly believe that I manifested this situation because it feels like a dream to me. Our chemistry is off the charts, I can almost taste the attraction between us. We both take one shot and start talking about the day we met and what we thought of each other.
“I had no idea you were going to call me,” he said.
“Are you kidding? Once I saw those legs, that was a wrap.”
Then our eyes meet and we both smile and look away. I can’t even describe the feeling but our eyes spoke to each other.
“I want you,” they whispered.
“What are you thinking?” I ask him, feeling the heat of the vodka warming my chest.
He shakes his head and looks away. “Well…do you really want to know?”
“Yeah, go ahead,” I urge him.
“I’m thinking…Damn I want to kiss her.”
“Hmm…” I say.
“What do you think about that?” he asks.
“I think that would be a good idea,” I whisper.
And for the first time in forever…I can’t even REMEMBER the last time I kissed a man…
He leaned in and…we kissed.
It was kinda weird. I was so turned on by it though.
When we stopped, we both gulped and looked away.
“Let’s go back inside, I want to sing,” I said.
We had a wonderful, beautiful, glorious evening. I sang three songs and I even got a $5 tip from someone because they said I did a good job. I sang Lauryn Hill’s To Zion, Snoop’s Gin & Juice, and Michael Jackson’s Rock With You.
We laughed and laughed and drank and drank and even made out in the middle of the club. Me sitting on his lap, his friends kept stopping by to say hi. He’s so sweet. Damn…
The night didn’t end there.
I got everything I was hoping to get and I woke up this morning SMILING AND SINGING with a huge red mark on my neck.
I love being grown.
But you know what? Last night sure did make me feel like a college kid again…
I look forward to seeing him again for his birthday.